Chapter 26 Insecurities

• "Pale man?" The individual I addressed right now was perplexed as to why I called him by a name that perhaps no one had ever called him.
• I simply bit the lower of my lip since even I never imagined being able to refer to him by such moniker.
• To get away, I diverted the conversation. I focused on Morgan, who was pulling the hem of Veron's shirt. There was no disputing that he had a lost child's stance— bruised knees, stained white clothing, and a wet face from crying.